What some people know:
- Name: Vorr
- Race: Human
- Faction: Doomguard
- Occupation: Adventurer, former mercenary, wand crafter
His wounds seem to bother him, as he walks with a slight limp, wheezes when he breathes, and coughs violently from time to time.
Vorr Zgotar
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*cryptc
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"Life is pain, everything will decay in the end, entropy devours all"
What some people know:
His wounds seem to bother him, as he walks with a slight limp, wheezes when he breathes, and coughs violently from time to time.
What some people know:
His wounds seem to bother him, as he walks with a slight limp, wheezes when he breathes, and coughs violently from time to time.
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*cryptc
- Posts: 866
- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
The early years: (as told to Arvolexia, accuracy unknown)
I was born on a small insignificant prime world which had been locked in a war between two city states for countless years. There would be a few battles each year, some territories changing ownership back and forth over the decades, but basicly a stalemate.
I was born in Carmar in the north, known for its strong and tall warriors and excellent weaponry. It was the custom that every male child of 14 would serve three years in military training and then a minimum of three more years of active army duty.
Seyfeed in the south on the other hand was known more for its use of magic and its wizards. Generally the superior weapons versus superior magic evened out over time, that is until something changed...
We heard rapports of demonic creatures on the battlefields fighting alongside Seyfeed mages. Apparantly they had enlisted outside aid from the Tanar'ri to win the war once and for all. Our forces met them bravely in battle, but our weapons were no match against the demonic troops, even after we forged cold iron weapons to be able to hurt them. In hindsight I know that these Tanar'ri was most likely sent by the Yugoloths, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
In mere weeks most of our army had been fought back to the city walls, and the remaining army was mostly composed of recruits under the age of 17, myself being among them. It was then in our darkest hour that the Yugoloths approached our leaders with an offer. They would offer us magical training and support, and help banish the demonic allies of Seyfeed, in exchange for the sacrifice of our high mage, one of very few wizards in Carmar, my father.
Now mind you, I hardly knew my father, I grew up in a house of servants, and the last few years I'd been in military training, so when he offered himself to save Carmar I didn't feel any great sense of loss.
The Tanar'ri was banished, and the Yugoloths started training those with an aptitude for magic, myself included. Within months the battle had completely turned, and we won the war against Seyfeed.
I learned that the price the Yugoloths asked had a reason. They needed a powerful wizards soul to power something they called a 'soul funnel'. They started preparing the great ritual sacrifice when they approached me and a few others and offered us positions as mercenaries, and they explained what would happen if we did not come with them away from our world.
The soul funnel is sort of an astral bridge or conduit that catches every dying soul on a prime material world. Instead of said soul going to the destined plane of the afterlife that is suitable, the soul would end up straight in Yugoloth hands, as building material for a great tower they are building in Carceri. In essence, if we stayed, we would be assured that our souls would end up as tormented mortar in a tower.
I accepted the offer and left with the Yugoloths to the planes.
I was born on a small insignificant prime world which had been locked in a war between two city states for countless years. There would be a few battles each year, some territories changing ownership back and forth over the decades, but basicly a stalemate.
I was born in Carmar in the north, known for its strong and tall warriors and excellent weaponry. It was the custom that every male child of 14 would serve three years in military training and then a minimum of three more years of active army duty.
Seyfeed in the south on the other hand was known more for its use of magic and its wizards. Generally the superior weapons versus superior magic evened out over time, that is until something changed...
We heard rapports of demonic creatures on the battlefields fighting alongside Seyfeed mages. Apparantly they had enlisted outside aid from the Tanar'ri to win the war once and for all. Our forces met them bravely in battle, but our weapons were no match against the demonic troops, even after we forged cold iron weapons to be able to hurt them. In hindsight I know that these Tanar'ri was most likely sent by the Yugoloths, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
In mere weeks most of our army had been fought back to the city walls, and the remaining army was mostly composed of recruits under the age of 17, myself being among them. It was then in our darkest hour that the Yugoloths approached our leaders with an offer. They would offer us magical training and support, and help banish the demonic allies of Seyfeed, in exchange for the sacrifice of our high mage, one of very few wizards in Carmar, my father.
Now mind you, I hardly knew my father, I grew up in a house of servants, and the last few years I'd been in military training, so when he offered himself to save Carmar I didn't feel any great sense of loss.
The Tanar'ri was banished, and the Yugoloths started training those with an aptitude for magic, myself included. Within months the battle had completely turned, and we won the war against Seyfeed.
I learned that the price the Yugoloths asked had a reason. They needed a powerful wizards soul to power something they called a 'soul funnel'. They started preparing the great ritual sacrifice when they approached me and a few others and offered us positions as mercenaries, and they explained what would happen if we did not come with them away from our world.
The soul funnel is sort of an astral bridge or conduit that catches every dying soul on a prime material world. Instead of said soul going to the destined plane of the afterlife that is suitable, the soul would end up straight in Yugoloth hands, as building material for a great tower they are building in Carceri. In essence, if we stayed, we would be assured that our souls would end up as tormented mortar in a tower.
I accepted the offer and left with the Yugoloths to the planes.
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Vorr toils away in his laberatory, quite small for his current purpose, as he conjured up ice and snow, gently forming it into the shape of two humanoids. His mind wanders back to the events of the day.
"Assaulting someone in the bazaar for no reason... she is right, I am getting reckless" He continues working as he considers the other possibility to his behaviour. The pain being alot worse these days, the sannish being very tempting to take in overdose, invoking a sweet euphoria.
"Perhaps I have grown too dependant on it... but not much else is capable of making me function... Not many months left... I must endure..."
The two simulacrums slowly taking shape, but their maturation to full human appearance taking a lot longer. He ponders back to the most recent meeting with Arvolexia.
"Her hunger to keep me around as some sort of immortal puppet is an inconvenience... she might not have the patience to wait until I die to make her move" Going silent as he realizes he's talking to himself again. Age is making its mark, perhaps it is already too late, an addled old man with dreams of grandeur.
The standoffs between the two have grown increasingly intense over the months, and needed constantly reevaluating the worth of the connection to keep going.
"This vault she mentions is interesting however... Perhaps I can find someone who knew what I do not... I may not succeed, but I will spend my last breath trying... That is all that can be asked of me...
His minds wanders toward a sea of chaos, smiling inwardly as he allows himself this respite of paradise...
"An inevitability..." he reminds himself.
"Assaulting someone in the bazaar for no reason... she is right, I am getting reckless" He continues working as he considers the other possibility to his behaviour. The pain being alot worse these days, the sannish being very tempting to take in overdose, invoking a sweet euphoria.
"Perhaps I have grown too dependant on it... but not much else is capable of making me function... Not many months left... I must endure..."
The two simulacrums slowly taking shape, but their maturation to full human appearance taking a lot longer. He ponders back to the most recent meeting with Arvolexia.
"Her hunger to keep me around as some sort of immortal puppet is an inconvenience... she might not have the patience to wait until I die to make her move" Going silent as he realizes he's talking to himself again. Age is making its mark, perhaps it is already too late, an addled old man with dreams of grandeur.
The standoffs between the two have grown increasingly intense over the months, and needed constantly reevaluating the worth of the connection to keep going.
"This vault she mentions is interesting however... Perhaps I can find someone who knew what I do not... I may not succeed, but I will spend my last breath trying... That is all that can be asked of me...
His minds wanders toward a sea of chaos, smiling inwardly as he allows himself this respite of paradise...
"An inevitability..." he reminds himself.